Dawn Chorus
by Modern English
From the album: After the Snow
Track 4 of 14 on After the Snow (1982).
Duration: 4:45
Lyrics for Dawn Chorus
When summer returns to its warm green fields The sun fading, pastel in the breeze The swallow swooping, migrating home The dawning days morning with a sigh Opening windows with a wounding cry The rainbow's lost its dreams of gold And everything slows When summer returns to its warm green fields The sun fading, pastel in the breeze The swallow swooping, migrating home And everything slows The vacuum draws you in Strange visions are loose on white A wall of sound with flutes and strings Rising on a wave of voices Surrounded by your humble faith Morning's there to wake us in time Rain and sky The world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage When summer returns to its warm green fields Everything slows The sun fading, pastel in the breeze Everything slows The swallow swooping, migrating home Everything slows